In our conversation in the hearse, and later at the graveside, it was told me that the lady we buried had a very fundamental theology and whenever the preacher (Greg) would say something with which she disagreed, she would have a sort of gutteral moan. I can’t imagine me ever saying anything that anyone would disagree with, but I guess there is always a probability of that happening. Anyway, I told a lady at the grave that what the minor differences that we may have are really not important if we’re doing the Lord’s work in loving and serving one another. And, if we’re not loving and serving one another, what we believe really doesn’t matter at all.

Actually, my friend Steve and I were talking about this very thing today. He rode w/ me in the funeral coach from the church to the cemetery to bury a sweet sister who died Friday.

I also told him I wanted him to have at least one chance to ride in the front seat of a hearse before having to occupy the rear. I’m a good guy.

So far I’ve been impressed w/ Rob Bell and will pick up a copy of that book … after I take this mortuary quiz.

Since losing my brother recently, I have been in a somewhat introspective mood and often slip off by myself during the day, on a break, just to be by myself. Today, I ate lunch at my desk and then disappeared for a few minutes and took my Bible with me. I had started through 1 John, and today I read from chapter 3 through 5 and did a lot of underlining. I gleaned that it’s all about acknowledging Jesus as the Son of God and loving, loving, loving. Loving God, loving Jesus, loving one another….and being loved by God enough that He sent His son to die. According to some of my underlines, part of loving Him is obeying His commands, and loving….

I need to get that book.

I planned to get some serious reading done over Spring Break…catch up a bit. I read a chapter.